Du Fu

thumb|The nation is ruined,but mountains and rivers remain. Du Fu (杜甫; 712 – 770) was a Chinese poet of the Tang dynasty. Along with Li Bai, he is considered one of the greatest writers of Chinese poetry. Quotes 國破山河在。 The nation is ruined, but mountains and rivers remain. "Spring View" (trans. Gary Snyder), written in 755. Variant translation (by David Hinton): The nation falls into ruins; rivers and mountains continue. thumb|Lovely rains, knowing their season,Always appear in spring. Entering nightSecretly on the wind, they silentlyBless things with such delicate abundance. 好雨知時節，當春乃發生。隨風潛入夜，潤物細無聲。 Lovely rains, knowing their season,Always appear in spring. Entering nightSecretly on the wind, they silentlyBless things with such delicate abundance. "Spring Night, Delighted by Rain"(《春夜喜雨》), in The Selected Poems of Tu Fu, trans. David Hinton (New Directions Publishing, 1989), p. 61 Variant translation: Good rain is coming to our delight.Its early-spring timing is perfectly right.With wind it drifts in all through the night.Silently it's drenching everything in sight. "Welcome Rain in a Spring Night", as translated by Ying Sun (2008) 好雨知時節 translated as "The good rain knows its season." in Kim Cheng Boey, Between Stations: Essays (2009), p. 102 無邊落木蕭蕭下，不盡長江滾滾來。 Wubian luomu xiaoxiao xia,Bu jin changjiang gungun lai. The boundless forest sheds its leaves shower by shower;The endless river rolls its waves hour after hour. "On the Heights", in Song of the Immortals: An Anthology of Classical Chinese Poetry, trans. Yuanchong Xu (Penguin Books, 1994), p. 60 thumb|It is almost as hard for friends to meetAs for the morning and evening stars. 人生不相見，動如參與商。今夕復何夕，共此燈燭光。少壯能幾時，鬢髮各已蒼。訪舊半爲鬼，驚呼熱中腸。焉知二十載，重上君子堂。昔別君未婚，兒女忽成行。怡然敬父執，問我來何方。問答乃未已，兒女羅酒漿。夜雨剪春韭，新炊間黃粱。主稱會面難，一舉累十觴。十觴亦不醉，感子故意長。明日隔山嶽，世事兩茫茫。 It is almost as hard for friends to meetAs for the morning and evening stars.Tonight then is a rare event,Joining, in the candlelight,Two men who were young not long agoBut now are turning grey at the temples.To find that half our friends are deadShocks us, burns our hearts with grief.We little guessed it would be twenty yearsBefore I could visit you again.When I went away, you were still unmarried;But now these boys and girls in a rowAre very kind to their father's old friend.They ask me where I have been on my journey;And then, when we have talked awhile,They bring and show me wines and dishes,Spring chives cut in the night-rainAnd brown rice cooked freshly a special way.My host proclaims it a festival,He urges me to drink ten cups—But what ten cups could make me as drunkAs I always am with your love in my heart?Tomorrow the mountains will separate us;After tomorrow—who can say? "To My Retired Friend Wei" (Chinese: 贈衛八處士) in: University of Virginia's 300 Tang Poems at etext.virginia.edu thumb|Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.Heartbroken, aging, alone, I singTo myself. 戰哭多新鬼，愁吟獨老翁。亂雲低薄暮，急雪舞迴風。瓢棄尊無綠，爐存火似紅。數州訊息斷，愁坐正書空。 Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.Heartbroken, aging, alone, I singTo myself. Ragged mist settlesIn the spreading dusk. Snow skurriesIn the coiling wind. The wineglassIs spilled. The bottle is empty.The fire has gone out in the stove.Everywhere men speak in whispers.I brood on the uselessness of letters. "Snow Storm" (對雪), as translated by Kenneth Rexroth in One Hundred Poems from the Chinese (1971), p. 6 天際秋雲薄，從西萬里風。今朝好晴景，久雨不妨農。塞柳行疏翠，山梨結小紅。胡笳樓上發，一雁入高空。 Autumn, cloud blades on the horizon.The west wind blows from ten thousand miles.Dawn, in the clear morning air,Farmers busy after long rain.The desert trees shed their few green leaves.The mountain pears are tiny but ripe.A Tartar flute plays by the city gate.A single wild goose climbs into the void. "Clear After Rain" (雨晴), as translated by Kenneth Rexroth in One Hundred Poems from the Chinese (1971), p. 16 I'm empty, here at the edge of the sky. "Poem on Night" (trans. Jan W. Walls), in Sunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry, eds. Wu-chi Liu and Irving Yucheng Lo (1975), p. 139 君不見青海頭古來白骨無人收新鬼煩冤舊鬼哭 Skeletons lie scatteredAcross Qinghai's vastness.New ghosts cry, "Unjust!"Old ghosts meerly weep. From the poem 兵車行. English translation from New Ghosts Old Ghosts: Prisons and Labor Reform Camps in China (1998) by James Seymour and Richard Anderson Birds the more white, against green streamBlooms burst to flame, against blue hillsI glance, the spring is gone again.What day, what day, can I go home? "A Quatrain" (trans. Jerome P. Seaton), in Sunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry, eds. Wu-chi Liu and Irving Yucheng Lo (1975), p. 142 Nature ever calls people to liveAlong with her; why should I be luredBy transient rank and honours? "The Winding River", as translated by Rewi Alley in Du Fu: Selected Poems (1962), p. 54 Clear waters windAround our village,With long summer daysFull of loveliness;Fluttering in and outFrom the house beamsThe swallows play;Waterfowl disport togetherAs everlasting lovers; ...What more could I wish for? "The River by Our Village", as translated by Rewi Alley in Du Fu: Selected Poems (1962), p. 100 A visible darkness grows up mountain paths;I lodge by the river gate high in a study,Frail cloud on a cliff edge passing the night.The lonely moon topples amid the waves;Steady, one after another, a line of cranes in flight.Howling over the kill, wild dogs and wolves.No sleep for me. I worry over battles—I have no strength to right the universe. "Spending the Night in a Tower by the River" (trans. Stephen Owen) Tonight my wife must watch alonethe full moon over Fu-zhou;I think sadly of my sons and daughters far away,too young to understand this separationor remember our life in Chang'an.In fragrant mist, her flowing hair is damp;In clear moonlight, her jade-white arms are cold.When will we lean at the open casement togetherwhile the moonlight dries our shining tears? "Moonlit Night" (trans. David Lunde) 朱門酒肉臭路有凍死骨 Within the vermilion gate, meats and wines go to wasteWhile on the roadside lie the frozen bodies of the poor. As quoted in Lin Yutang's The Vermilion Gate (1914) 無成涕作霖 I have achieved nothing and my tears fall in a downpour. Translated by Stephen Owen Quotes about Du Fu thumb|Tu Fu is, in my opinion, and in the opinion of a majority of those qualified to speak, the greatest non-epic, non-dramatic poet who has survived in any language. ~ Kenneth Rexroth 飯顆山頭逢杜甫，頭戴斗笠日卓午。借問別來太瘦生，總為從前作詩苦。 I ran into Tu Fu by a Rice Grain Mountain,In a bamboo hat with the sun at high noon.Hasn't he got awfully thin since our parting?It must be the struggle of writing his poems. Li Bai, "To Send to Tu Fu as a Joke" (戲贈杜甫), as translated by Elling O. Eide When we were young, we have to memorize those texts from Tu Fu and others. And my grandmother used to carry me on my back and chant to me Chinese poems and sayings. The first kind of poetry I heard was Chinese poetry, and it ingrained in my ear, even though English is my main language. I can hardly read Chinese. The Chinese poem was ingrained in me when I was very young. Marilyn Chin Interview with Asian Review of Books (2020) China's greatest poet. William Hung, Tu Fu: China's Greatest Poet (1952) His poems do not as a rule come through very well in translation. David Hawkes, A Little Primer of Tu Fu (1967), p. ix my mother did the chant of Fa Mu Lan. I learned to talk by repeating those things. I never knew, until I got to college and was taking an Asian Lit class, that that was important poetry. I just thought it was my parents' tales. My brothers thought, oh, those are just village ditties. They sing that on the farm. And then I thought later, oh, Tu Fu and Li Po-this is important stuff. 1989 interview in Conversations with Maxine Hong Kingston (1998) Tu Fu is, in my opinion, and in the opinion of a majority of those qualified to speak, the greatest non-epic, non-dramatic poet who has survived in any language. Kenneth Rexroth, One Hundred More Poems from the Chinese (1970), p. 128 Tu Fu was the master stylist of regulated verse, the poet of social protest, the confessional poet, the playful and casual wit, the panegyricist of the imperial order, the poet of everyday life, the poet of the visionary imagination. He was the poet who used colloquial and informal expressions with greater freedom than any of his contemporaries; he was the poet who experimented most boldly with densely artificial poetic diction; he was the most learned poet in recondite allusion and a sense of the historicity of language. One function of literary history is to account for a poet’s identity; Tu Fu’s poetry defies such reduction: the only aspect that can be emphasized without distorting his work as a whole is the very fact of its multiplicity. Stephen Owen, The Great Age of Chinese Poetry (1981), as quoted in Daniel S. Burt's The Literature 100: A Ranking of the Most Influential Novelists, Playwrights, and Poets of All Time (2008), p. 104 See also Li Bai Bai Juyi Tao Yuanming External links Category:Poets from China Category:Politicians from China Category:710s births Category:770s deaths Category:Tang dynasty poets